The autumn wind blew the dead leaves on the ground out of a few circles. The tips of the leaves were brittle, shattered in half on the gray-purple skirt on one side.

"I suspect that Sister Bodhisattva is donkeying me." The woman in the purple shirt wiped her nose vigorously and muttered to herself, "Sweep and blow, can this be swept clean." ”

A few little girls next to her crowded by, and when they saw her miserable appearance, they laughed and talked twice, and quickened their pace.

"Alas......" She was in no mood to deal with them, and sighed with her broom, feeling that she had been too magical and miserable for the past few hours.

She, a high-profile junior at a drama school, why would she wear a rough coat and sweep the leaves here, and she has to start from three hours ago-

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Not only the limbs, but also the heart and lungs are heavy. It's just that if you don't move, it's just like being pressed down by countless hands holding a hundred bones, and when you try to move, your whole body hurts hotly.

It was still pitch black. The first to break into consciousness was the muttering voices of several women:

"Look, she's angry."

"I'm really not dead—"

Who?

Jiang Yanling wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be held down by his hand, and he couldn't open them.

Could it be that her three roommates are playing against each other?

What can't die, what kind of bloody script is this?

She was closing her eyes and bewildered, when a female voice exploded in front of the door in front of her:

"Pretend, pretend!!"

Before she could figure out which roommate this was, she felt like she was being pulled by the collar and lifted half of her body.

This minx! She was furious, and said that she was addicted to drama, at least she would bully the awake person, what kind of ability was it to use her hands and feet while she was sleeping, so she took a sharp breath and opened her eyes-

What caught her eye was a strange woman, wearing makeup that was not within her aesthetic range, about forty years old, so angry that her brows were twisted into the word "Sichuan", and she squeezed a thick layer of foundation on her face a little hideous.

…… Her quality was stuck in her throat for eighteen consecutive years.

A few onlookers next to her immediately stretched out their hands and pointed: "Open your eyes, open your eyes......"

"What are you looking at, huh? Want to be like her, too? Hurry up and do what you should do, otherwise don't blame the board for not being long-sighted! The woman turned her head and scolded them, then turned back to her and said viciously, "Where are the cheap bones so delicate, when you are the eldest lady, you have to rest for ten days and half a month if you get some water!" When you wake up, go to work! ”

The impact was so great that when the woman finished speaking, Jiang Yanling didn't react to what the situation was, and she was sprayed with spittle.

"What," seeing that the person in her hand was motionless, the woman shook her a little impatiently, "It's stupid to soak in a blister?" ”

"......" Jiang Yanling reached out blankly and wiped his face, and finally asked the crucial question:

"Who are you?"

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Jiang Yanling thought it was a spoof program prepared by the program team at first, until she staggered up from the ground and took a look, and found that this antique courtyard had no flaws, and then was pulled back by the woman's hair, and when she found that this hand was really ruthless, she realized-

Dry. She seems to have really crossed over this time.

"What are you running and where do you want to run!?" The woman pressed hard, pushed Jiang Yanling to the ground of the bluestone slab, and twisted her arm like a vent.

She shrank in pain, and couldn't break free, so she could only reluctantly turn around and glare at the woman angrily: "If you have something to say, you let me go!" ”

When the woman heard this, her face twisted in anger, and she pressed her lower with her knees: "Why are you talking!?" A—"

A sharp pain pierced her spine. Jiang Yanling was so painful that he couldn't even lift his head for a while, so he could only gasp intermittently.

As soon as this car moved, there were more and more onlookers, and it was not common for such a good show to be common.

The woman couldn't care about other people's eyes for a while, pressed Jiang Yanling's shoulder down with one hand, didn't forget to turn her knees to drill her back, and said sharply: "Let you lie down for a while, you are still proud, and you still want to rebel!?" ”

"You-" Jiang Yanling wanted to scold, but before he could scold anything, the person pressed it to the ground, and his chest was so blocked that he couldn't squeeze out a word.

I think in the crossing script she read, the heroine should have gone away a long time ago, how can she make people rub on the ground, I just hate that I didn't learn taekwondo or something when I was repairing my body......

But she doesn't look like the heroine - the real heroine is dressed as a princess, no matter how bad she is, she is also a young lady, how can she be stepped on by someone to wipe the floor as soon as she opens her eyes.

Just as she was feeling tight in her chest and short of breath, a female voice suddenly sounded slowly behind her:

"It's noon, who is Aunt Hua so angry with?"

A few maids who were watching the excitement probably thought that there was another good show, and they looked over one after another, but when they saw the person, their faces turned white, and they hurriedly pulled each other and bent their knees: "The slave maid has seen the girl who is sparse in the night." ”

Hearing this title, the woman's movements paused, but her strength still did not loosen.